Darkness

“A man of words and not of deeds

Is like a garden full of weeds,

And when the weeds begin to grow,

Its like a garden full of snow.

And when the snow begins to fall,

Its like a bird upon the wall,

And when the bird away does fly,

Its like an eagle in the sky.

And when the sky begins to roar,

Its like a lion at the door.

And when the door begins to crack,

Its like a stick across your back,

And when your back begins to smart,

Its like a penknife in your heart,

And when your heart begins to bleed,

Youre dead, and dead, and dead indeed.”